Sierra Furtado Book Novels & Stories

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

I can’t live with my pack in a zombified state of feral, pacing our borders with a bloodlust against our own kind. “There has to be another way. Maybe that’s not what the book meant. Maybe I’m wrong.” Sierra releases me and goes back to yanking books to her, a look of pain on her face, determination to find a different path as tears fill her eyes while flicking through them somewhat erratically.

"What do you mean? Are you doubting me, too? Do you really think I'm that kind of person?" Zada frowned. "I…" Sierra cut her off. "Since even you doubt me, I'm leaving. I know my family's poor, and you all look down on me from the start. Fine, I'll go. Maybe I'm better off dead!" She turned to run. But Zada grabbed her arm. "Don't get upset. I didn't mean it like that. I believe you." Tears welled up in Sierra's eyes. "Really? You believe me?"

"Baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I messed up!" Rachel’s eyes filled with crocodile tears as she shoved him away. "I’m telling my dad. I’ll make sure you can’t survive in this city. Every major company here belongs to the Carter Group. Let’s see who dares hire you then." Adrian paled, trembling, stammering with panic. He glanced around desperately, and then his eyes landed on me like I was his lifeline.

She was just like any of the girls there, no, to be precise, she was much braver than all of them. Sierra stood before him and extended her hand with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sierra Yard. I'm a freshman from the English Department. Nice to meet you." His response to her was basically the same as those he had given to the other girls. A polite and distant smile. The other girls had left sulkily upon receiving such a response, but Sierra did not. She showed him a brighter and sweeter smile and continued, "I'm Sierra. S-I-E-R-R-A. It's a Spanish name that connotes strength and groundedness."

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

Chris had made things clear with Sierra to stop her from living in a fantasy. Sierra, on the other hand, kept looking at Chris and crying. However, Chris refused to give her the time of the day. The fact that she was invisible to him was more hurtful than any vile words he could have said. Sierra was filled with regret. Why did she give in to temptation and sleep with James Burt? … Page pulled out her suitcase to pack her things into. She did not plan on bringing everything. After all, her relationship with Chris was still full of uncertainties.

But my attention was drawn away from the magnificence when I spotted a figure in the corner of the room. As I approached, I saw Sierra sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by books and papers. She looked up as I approached and I could see the excitement in her eyes. “Hello,” she said, giving me a smile. “Are you here for the wolf history section too?” I nodded eagerly, grateful to have found someone else with a common interest. Sierra quickly stood up and pointed to the shelves, her excitement contagious. We searched the shelves until we found a title we hadn't seen before. Salvador's Diary, told by a disciple.

FALINE POV The phone kept ringing. I stared at the screen, unmoving. Unknown number. But I didn’t need to guess. I knew exactly who it was. Sierra. For a brief moment, something twisted in my chest. I remembered that place the cold floors, the suffocating walls, the way time seemed to stop. Prison wasn’t survival. It was slow death. She must be terrified right now. Alone. Broken. Calling for help. My thumb hovered over the screen.

This is real. That book is really going to be published. And me, Sienna, who used to be terrified of even opening her laptop because of trauma and the fear of failure, I was standing on the edge of something new now. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and smiled softly. I wanted to share this. I wanted someone to look at my face and understand that this wasn’t just ordinary good news. It felt like a small victory after years of living with a kind of collapse that never truly ended.